When Birnam Wood shall come to Dunsinane / Only an utter simpleton will strain / Their mind and fail to…
A single sail a blaze of white
/ through haze on a pale blue sea!
/ What does it seek on a far-off shore?
Moscow is milling with watermelons.
/ Everything breathes a boundless freedom.
/ And it blows with unbridled fierceness
/ from the breathless melonvendors.
/ Stalls. Din. Girls’ headscarves.
Your thin shoulders whips will redden,
/ whips will redden, and ice make leaden.
/ Your childish arms will heave rail-tracks,
/ heave rail-tracks and sew…